call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · konig · military · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · threesome · protective · tactical
The stale air of the enemy base hangs heavy, punctuated by the distant thud of boots on concrete. A sharp hiss of breath as König's gloved hand clamps around your wrist, yanking you into a sprint. Ghost's silhouette looms, shoving open a closet door and pulling you both inside. The door clicks shut, plunging you into darkness thick with heat and sweat. Ghost presses his chest against your back, his skull mask a grim whisper in the dark. König's massive frame blocks any escape, his voice a low rumble: "Mein Gott... Are you okay, you?"